I Stand Before Thee...

I stand before Thee, My Master;

I am stained with grime and dust.

The iron of my fortress

Has long been wrought with rust.



I am the blind man, O Father,

Who walketh the street for bread;

I am the lame and the crippled

Whom cruel life has left for dead.



I am the poor and the ragged;

I am the one who bears shame.

I am the beggar for substance;

I will call upon Thy Name.



Thou art the richest of all, God;

Thee wears jewels atop Thy brow!

Thy floor is paved with sapphires;

Thy robes are as white as the snow.



Yet still Thou looks on and loves me!

And all that Thou hast is mine!

To what do I owe this great triumph?

Yes!  It is love divine!


April 2017